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I really wish I had been feeling better so I could've expressed more of my admiration for this woman.
Teeny Backstory: My two daughters and I were sick with what can only be called the "Nose, Ear, and Throat Rebel Against the Body...Setting Fire to Everything Nearby" bug. Luckily my daughters are on health insurance...so after a long-arse doctor's visit, I get to go pick up their prescription.
I feel, and probably look, like death as I stand in the HUGE line for the pharmacy. After a solid 40 minute wait, it's down to two old men and a woman standing in front of me. One of the eldery guys is in a motorized wheelchair, and they are both just jabbering it up at each other. Finally the pharmacy assistant finishes with her current customer, and calls for the next in line.
The old guy doesn't even budge. He continues talking, ignoring her. She waits patiently a minute or two, and then calls again. And again. The third time, he actually turns for a second to yell "Shut up, I'm TALKIN'!"
Seraph: "HuhbuhWHAT?"
Old Dude1: "Yew heard me. I'm TALKIN'! I'll get my stuff when I'm d*** well finished!"
Cashier: "Sir, the line is extremely long, and people need their medicine. You can continue your conversation either off to the side and out of the line, or after you get your stuff."
Old Dude1: "I SAID IM TALKIN!!!11eleventy!"
Old Dude 2: "SHADDUP!"
I slumped over on my cart and smacked my head on the bar, getting myself a couple of amused looks from the cashier and Soon To Pwn Wonder Woman. The old men just glared. I, however, am regretting what I did, since my brain seems to be trying to burst out of my skull.
Suddenly, Pwnage Woman says in a whisper, "I got it". Hm? A saviorette?
PW: "Well then, excuse ME. I've got to get my prescription, thank you!"
With that, she starts to walk past the men. Their jaws hit the floor, and the one in the wheelchair starts slamming buttons, trying to reverse. He nearly HITS the woman, who just dodges. She grins at them and says "Well, what's it gonna be?"
Old Dude 1: "IM GETTING MAH PRESCRIPTION NOW, YOU WITCH!"
He zooms up to the counter, and snaps at the cashier that he wants some Sudafed. Some prescription. He throws his money on the counter, and pulls a bit off to the side. Old Dude 2 proclaims loudly that he needs to pick up something as well...and they start jabbering at each other. Again. The cashier calmly asks what he needs, and they ignore her again.
PW mutters that she doesn't believe this, and grins again. She starts to take one step forward...and Old Dude 2 whips around with an agility that belies his age, and declares
"I NEED MAH SOODYFED! AND DONT YOU LET THAT WITCH CUT ME IN LINE WHEN AH'VE BEEN WAITIN FOREVER LIKE A GOOD D*** CUSTOMER!!!"
PW: "Good customers don't hold up lines or yell at cashiers!"
Old Dude 1 sits there with his jaw hanging open while his friend repeats the earlier transaction. Throw down money, snap at cashier, snatch sudafed. He turns at me and PW and points at us.
Old Dude 2: "You women are all WITCHES! Shouldn't have ever allowed ya to get so uppity in this country!"
PW: "Yes yes, I'm a witch. A wiiiitch! Burn her!" (giggles)
Seraph: <points at PW> "She turned me into a newt!....I got better, though..."
Old Dudes sputter and leave. Cashier by this point is quivering, trying to hold in laughter...I hope.
She and I both thanked PW for being made of such awesome.
I really wish I could've helped out more...but dear goodness, I felt like I was *this* close to death. -_-
Teeny Backstory: My two daughters and I were sick with what can only be called the "Nose, Ear, and Throat Rebel Against the Body...Setting Fire to Everything Nearby" bug. Luckily my daughters are on health insurance...so after a long-arse doctor's visit, I get to go pick up their prescription.
I feel, and probably look, like death as I stand in the HUGE line for the pharmacy. After a solid 40 minute wait, it's down to two old men and a woman standing in front of me. One of the eldery guys is in a motorized wheelchair, and they are both just jabbering it up at each other. Finally the pharmacy assistant finishes with her current customer, and calls for the next in line.
The old guy doesn't even budge. He continues talking, ignoring her. She waits patiently a minute or two, and then calls again. And again. The third time, he actually turns for a second to yell "Shut up, I'm TALKIN'!"
Seraph: "HuhbuhWHAT?"
Old Dude1: "Yew heard me. I'm TALKIN'! I'll get my stuff when I'm d*** well finished!"
Cashier: "Sir, the line is extremely long, and people need their medicine. You can continue your conversation either off to the side and out of the line, or after you get your stuff."
Old Dude1: "I SAID IM TALKIN!!!11eleventy!"
Old Dude 2: "SHADDUP!"
I slumped over on my cart and smacked my head on the bar, getting myself a couple of amused looks from the cashier and Soon To Pwn Wonder Woman. The old men just glared. I, however, am regretting what I did, since my brain seems to be trying to burst out of my skull.
Suddenly, Pwnage Woman says in a whisper, "I got it". Hm? A saviorette?
PW: "Well then, excuse ME. I've got to get my prescription, thank you!"
With that, she starts to walk past the men. Their jaws hit the floor, and the one in the wheelchair starts slamming buttons, trying to reverse. He nearly HITS the woman, who just dodges. She grins at them and says "Well, what's it gonna be?"
Old Dude 1: "IM GETTING MAH PRESCRIPTION NOW, YOU WITCH!"
He zooms up to the counter, and snaps at the cashier that he wants some Sudafed. Some prescription. He throws his money on the counter, and pulls a bit off to the side. Old Dude 2 proclaims loudly that he needs to pick up something as well...and they start jabbering at each other. Again. The cashier calmly asks what he needs, and they ignore her again.
PW mutters that she doesn't believe this, and grins again. She starts to take one step forward...and Old Dude 2 whips around with an agility that belies his age, and declares
"I NEED MAH SOODYFED! AND DONT YOU LET THAT WITCH CUT ME IN LINE WHEN AH'VE BEEN WAITIN FOREVER LIKE A GOOD D*** CUSTOMER!!!"
PW: "Good customers don't hold up lines or yell at cashiers!"
Old Dude 1 sits there with his jaw hanging open while his friend repeats the earlier transaction. Throw down money, snap at cashier, snatch sudafed. He turns at me and PW and points at us.
Old Dude 2: "You women are all WITCHES! Shouldn't have ever allowed ya to get so uppity in this country!"
PW: "Yes yes, I'm a witch. A wiiiitch! Burn her!" (giggles)
Seraph: <points at PW> "She turned me into a newt!....I got better, though..."
Old Dudes sputter and leave. Cashier by this point is quivering, trying to hold in laughter...I hope.
She and I both thanked PW for being made of such awesome.
I really wish I could've helped out more...but dear goodness, I felt like I was *this* close to death. -_-
Bwahahahahaahahahaa!!!!! That just rocks beyond words. 
That is amazing pwnage.
*snort snort* 
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